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Jacks bible worn no place left to sleep or eat
Slivers From Time InFected
by Walter L. Jones
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My lord and my God
Why
Bell in answer tolls
Into the dark walks the soul
Fever fresh as day
Whose needle in
Stack of free
Fingers caught in mine
Mark the wish sees the time
Only feeling sweet her wine
Love no just sideways view
Into air fresh to sweet
Pounding heat in street
Officer down tired old feet
Pray his soul to keep
Smoke to blood red
Pastor words bleed
Black hangs on words said
Dead is still midnight fight
On his cross he lay
Nails longer today
March my son in play
Conflict dried and said
Into the shadow of death
Evil all around me
Why
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